Throwback

Ahhh, things used to be so much better. Men wore hats, women wore driving gloves and people actually cared about being courteous. The Huffington Post compiled this list of things to bring back, and we are absolutely on board. The impending holiday season is providing us with the perfect backdrop to our little etiquette project, and we'll check in with completed niceties. Perhaps an upscale dinner party with hand-written invites, a record player crooning in the background and ladies in red lipstick? 

Around Town

We headed to the opening of the new Fitzgerald building near Mica last night. We weren't sure what to expect which caused some wardrobe issues and one serious meltdown (our dear friend who threw a tantrum about his outfit would later be photographed for the Sun's Glimpsed column), but we threw on our H&M finest and hoofed it to Bolton Hill. 

The Fiztgerald is pretty cool. It's built around a courtyard/swimming pool and feels very open and modern. There are a few elements that try a bit too hard (though that could have been the party) but overall, we give it a thumbs up. We especially liked The Zelda cocktails being doled out inside. Tragically, the bar went dry less than an hour after we arrived, but the getting was good until then.

We snapped a few pictures to share with those of you who ignored your invites to a fun free fete.

Around Town

 Here are a few shots from last night at the Maryland Lawyers for the Arts party in the new Harbor East Legg Mason building. We sipped wine, tasted Two Boots pizza and checked out the new gallery space. We're not exactly lawyers (we are in no way lawyers) but we don't mind hobnobbing with them.

(Images courtesy of acharmedcity)

Prepare Thine Self for Merriment

We spent Saturday afternoon whisked away to a magical time and place (Crownsville, MD, 2010) where turkey legs are mysteriously pink, cleavage is a form of currency and chivalry is very much alive. We braved the long journey from the mainland (traffic was horrible from Baltimore), waited in dust and human stench for treasure (the ATM line actually never ended) and rewarded ourselves with sweet grog from tin canisters (Miller Lite was only four bucks a pop).

We're a bit too pragmatic (and sarcastic) to really get down with RennFest. The crowds can be unbearable, LARPers don't adhere to modern hygiene practices and you stand the chance of verbally flogged by wenches- but the beer is cheap and where else can you whip an axe into a heart-shaped tree stump? 

Sadly the RennFest has packed its swords and wares and moved on to pillage the next gypsy camp but rest assured it will be back next September to bring cheer to our wretched hearts.